Thoughts on Milk Drinkers, Long Island Sunsets, & Friday Nights

Brittney likes milk.  She drinks a glass or two a day, when she can.  Alyssa doesn't like milk.  Whenever she slept over when we were kids, we'd demand pancakes (or make them ourselves, when our moms deemed us worthy of touching the stove), and I'd automatically grab the milk from the fridge.  Alyssa would ask for water, in  her quiet, unobtrusive way.

I don't really remember anyone else's milk status, but I do remember all of us sitting around my old dining room table after a birthday sleepover, eating pancakes and sausage and drinking our drinks of choice.  I seem to remember a lot of my friends requesting tap water back in those days.

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